Loving Arabella

Chapter One

AN:

I wanted to put a trigger warning before starting this story! There is some mature content, like experience of transphobia for example. So please keep that in mind while reading I want this story to be realistic and these are things that have happened close to home. Okay now, carry on reading and please enjoy :)

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"Get up! Get up!" I yell as I jump on my brother's bed.

It's his first day of and my first last day of high school.

"Come on Dakota this is exciting," I say as he groans.

I throw a pillow at him and jump off his bed and start to get ready for school. I curl my long purple hair into big waves and run my hands through it. I fill in my eyebrows and wing my eyeliner and start to get dressed. Once I'm ready I hear my mom yell at me from downstairs.

"Arabella, breakfast is ready!"

I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. My mom is standing at the stove flipping pancakes. My mother and I have a wonderful relationship because we are almost identical in personalities. She's heavily tattooed with jet black hair. She's been a huge influence on me and made sure I grew up around women who are independent and practice self love.

"Good morning sweetheart you look beautiful," she says handing me a plate and kisses my head.

"Thanks mom, I was worried the purple wouldn't turn out as well as it did," I smile at her and push my hair out of my face.

"So far, any color looks great on you," she returns my smile.

My mother and I also have impulse hair dying in common. She used to do hair before starting her own tattoo shop. She's the one who did my tattoos, not that I have many but I want more.

"Sh- I mean Sorry, I have to leave otherwise I'm going to be late," I rush to put my plate in the sink.

"Dakota are you ready?" I yell up the stairs.

"Yeah," I hear his quiet yell.

He comes down the stairs and I want to walk over and hug him but I restrain myself knowing he doesn't like human contact.

"Shit Dakota, you're going to make me cry," I laugh.

Dakota laughs, "Do I look okay?"

"You look so handsome," I grin.

My brother Dakota started testosterone almost a year ago and he looks so much happier with himself, and I'm so proud of the journey he started. Dakota follows me out to the car and we drive to school together. I stop at the front of the school to drop him off.

"Wait, Dakota please tell me if anyone says anything to you," he rolls his eyes.

"I'm serious, and if you want you can sit with Louis and me at lunch," I tell him.

"I'll be fine, really, thank you for worrying though. I love you Arabella, see you after school," he gives me a reassuring smile and walks into the school with his head high.

I know the people in our not very big town. They're all kind of ignorant and it worries me they'll be mean to Dakota with him being the only out person in the school, and being a freshmen. I shake my head of the awful thoughts that could happen to him and find a parking spot. I walk into the school and people move out of my way. I look pretty intimidating because I'm 5'7 and my height doesn't stop me from wearing black platform boots. My long wild colored hair and tattoos are kind of off-putting to people too. People judge the outside appearance too much though, because if you actually know me you would know that I'm as intimidating as a baby kitten. I'm confident though and pretty outspoken. I may be nice but I know better than to get fucked over.